Dan visibly flinched as his dad stuck his hand through whatever Mrs Massey was, and then Abra did the same just before the door closed and she was back on the chair. And then he realized.
"She's a me-" he said, but his voice cracked. Fucking hell, he was a grown man even if he currently didn't look it, and he'd been dealing with this bitch for almost forty years now. He should have reacted better. "She's a memory," he repeated after clearing his throat. "From when I was eight. She's why I learned how to make lock boxes."
He didn't know what to do with his hands. Did he fold his arms, or hug himself or maybe rub at his lips, or push his hair back from his face, or... Oh, shit. She was getting to her feet again. Dan just turned his back on her and covered his face with his hands as he pulled himself back together.